Meet Betty. Betty is my sourdough starter. What’s unusual about Betty is not that I’ve given a name to a mere concoction of flour and...

In honour of the festival of Imbolc, which honours Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and the hearth. (Last year’s Imbolc post here.) I...

The call of a blue jay never fails to transport her to that moment in time, instantly, to a moment so many years past that she’d actually...

The last dying light of the day and the world is utterly still. A bubble of absolute silence within and underneath distant traffic noise....

She sat and sat and sat, silent to the point of aphasia — not so much that she couldn’t speak, more that she was so deep down the well of...

In the timeless twilight between sleep and waking, words are eaten alive, no rational thought escapes, life itself stands still, quietly...

1. FROM A WRITING RETREAT THIS SUMMER Shimmering like white starburst fireworks, sun on gentle waves. Air is still. Calm before the...